I'll need to work more on controlling his shoulders, as we fell out through a couple of turns and had to circle because the approach was all kinds of crooked. It's kind of like a Navy pilot calling the approach to land his jet on an aircraft carrier - you get to a point where you know the turn and the approach aren't good, and better to waive off and try again than try to jump your way out of it, especially with a green horse. No need to get them confused, flustered, and turned inside out because you want them to jump off a crooked approach. Those were the only not so hot moments of the school (and it wasn't that bad), and really falls on me because I need to plan that turn and balance better. I'll get there.
The reality is, not having jumped and trained consistently in probably five years has really taken its toll on my feel. My brain and body know what I need to do, they just don't communicate well right now. My brain is late identifying it, and my body is late in executing, which results in a right mess as you can imagine. We had a long approach to a single oxer, and after I round the turn and was on the straight approach I thought to myself, "Wow, I really should have carried more pace through that turn," which of course is about 60 feet too late for me to be making that observation. By then, I'm 30 feet from the fence with an entirely different canter from what I had in the corner, and trying to dig myself out of a hole. Thankfully, when I sit up and ask Soonie to wait for the quiet distance, he says "Yes Ma'am," and does it. Good boy.
|"You fed me yucky so now |
you feed me cookies"
And afterward as a reward...Soonie got wormed. YAY! He did not approve, in fact, he protested by the door afterward as if to say "Hey, that was icky and I think you should apologize." So I tried apologizing with a peppermint, which Pretty Pretty Princess refused because he was pouting. Wormer is icky, but he won't eat anything afterward unless it's a horse cookie, which I ran out of because I didn't know it was worming day. He is a horse treat elitist. So I got him a handful of grain (which he normally gobbles up), and he picked at it slowly like a kid poking around at their veggies.
I gave him dinner afterward, and all was well in the kingdom again and he got over it. But not before I took a picture of him looking like crack addict Tyrone Biggums.